"The little girl died the day after all that happened..." He said...

That was about 3 years ago. I'm Sixteen years old....or at least I will be in 2 weeks.

Remember 'Mr.Toothpick'? Well, a few days after those...events... He found me a new home.

I might not remember my past, but I do know that I now have a stepfather and two step sisters, who are actually really nice.

The oldest of us three girls is our step sister named Melody. She's 18, has light purple, short hair that only goes just above her shoulder. She always seems to be the fashionable one; wearing plenty of colors and making her own clothing, but her signature look is black sparkly combat boots, black leggings, a midnight blue long sleeved shirt with little glittery silver stars on it, and a black cloak with a dark red heart on one of the corners.

Then there was my younger stepsister, we never found put what her true name was but she always insisted upon being called Six. She was 14. And had this short, messy, black hair that covered her eyes. She has always been a true introvert, only talking when she really needs to. Even then she quite, but it makes her a good listener. She always wears dark grey clothing, and no shoes. Something me and her have in common is that we both love music.

Something incredible about her though, is that her right eye is a pretty light blue and her left eye is like a reflection of the night sky! It has no pupil, iris or anything it's just that midnight blue color with stars scattered within. It was beautiful, but she always hated it.

Then there's me. The middle child. Or as I like to say, the "Wednesday" of the family. I have black hair with red, purple, and blue streaks in it, dark red eyes which almost look black, and for style? Sorry, but I never met her! 

The only thing I know about fashion is that black and white match everything, and if someone puts me in a dress two or more times a year I will kill them without hesitation.

Don't get me wrong, its not like I hate all things that can be associated with females, I'm just not a fan of certain things! Melody always says its because I'm still growing and learning who I want to be like she's some mature adult, and a lot of people assume I'm a lesbian, which I'm not, but whatever. I do support that sorta stuff though.

And remember when I called myself the Wednesday of the family? Well, here's how I explain it.

Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. The beginning of the week, when everyone is excited and ready to party, is Melody. Full of energy...sometimes annoying... But its how she is.

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. The end of the week, when everyone is relaxed and chill, and ready to start a new week, that's Six. She's pretty calm, and always well-rested (I say that while I'm on at 4:25 am- [edit: its now the next day but its 2:20 am as I'm writing this-])

Then there's Wednesday. That day that everyone just wants to get through and over with. The often over looked day that no one can decide what to do with. That's me.

I bet by now your wonder who our father is? Well, he goes by 'The Hunter' most of the time, but his real name is actually just Hunter. And as far as people go, he isn't that bad. He's just a bit..."eccentric ". 

I can't tell you how many times the taxidermy in his house either scared me to death, gave me nightmares, or both...but it makes him happy, and that makes me happy. But hey, when I turned fourteen he gave me my first shotgun, a week later he took me on a hunting trip, I caught 2 crows and a rabbit while he taught me how to aim.

We would always go on hunting trips together, until last time about a year ago back when I almost stepped in a bear trap. Once we got home Melody had given both of us a 5-6 hour lecture on how she clearly told us that it was a bad idea but no one would listen, and how I could've died from our "bad choices". Honestly,  I zoned out halfway through.... But that's when it happened.

The lights flickered then went out, and we heard an odd buzzing noise coming from the shed outback. Since he, and Melody are the oldest of us four, they went into the shed...but when they came back they seemed different.

Not a good different. A bad different.

They started to get a bit more aggressive each day, and one day they told me and six to go to the basement. Six, while she was very scared, did as they told her too. But, I didn't.

I stood my ground and told them "No"...which didn't go so well. Melody had tackled me, held me down tightly by my neck and started punching me in the face over, and over, and over again...by the time she was down I had already blacked out, only to wake up in one of the boarded up rooms of the basement, blood dripping from my nose and from a few spots of my lips and cheeks. And a huge bruise surrounding my right eye and a painful red mark that traced the placement of where her hand was when she held me by the neck.

Honestly, it felt a lot safer living down there. I remember, a week after the difference came our step dad aimed a gun at six's head... But I got in the way and was shot in the arm. They'd normally aim for her, but end up getting me...but I'm fine with it, because I would do anything to protect my little sister because I know if the roles were switched, she'd do the same for me.

We had spent a long time down here, and after a while the days seemed to blur together...and soon, so did the weeks, and then the months.

Until one day something odd happened.

"Psst! Hello?" A voice whispered "anyone down here?"